Isolation Laboratory
Cyclops Intelligence, Hatemoor
February 10th, 2157
08.00 NAM
Rachel stretched out her hand in front of the biometric scanner before entering the isolation room where she would stay silent for one week without the usual amount of food and oxygen. Rachel was accompanied by Lars and Lore, but Rachel was still very sentimental about them.
Dring!
The laboratory system hologram reappears.
[Biometric Scan Notification: Individual Identity: Rachel Richmann. Age: 31 years. Height: 170 cm, weight: 58 kg. Skin color: pale white. Eye iris color: gray.]
Dring!
[GCS Scan Notification: Individual Identity: Rachel Richmann. Oxygen saturation: 97%. Blood pressure of 120/100 mmHg. Heartbeat at 80 BPM. Total number of points: 15]
"Your current vital signs based on the Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS) are excellent. The GCS sensors in the isolation room will continue to work, regularly checking your vital signs. Remember that you cannot get out of the isolation room before the entire time on the hologram screen shows zero, Rachel." Lore gently reminds us about the system that Rachel designed herself. It is obvious that nervousness will usually distract memory without a cue.
"The isolation room door will only open if your vital signs based on GCS values experience a drastic decrease. Also, if it has the potential to cause loss of consciousness." Lars added.
Rachel nodded, "Yes, I understand," she said. Rachel sighed loudly, staring at the door of the room with more ambition. "I'm ready."
Lore and Lars nodded and quickly activated the isolation space system.
Dring!
[Room Information: Isolation Room]
[Identity of Candidates for Resident: Rachel Richmann]
Dring!
[Room Air Composition]
[Oxygen 6.5%. Nitrogen 26%. Argon 0.01%. Carbon dioxide 0,0001%]
"Are you ready?" Lore is once again confirmed. Rachel then invited Lars to open the room door.
Srrrrrt!
A small, tight-walled room was visible from where they stood. Then, without waiting again, Rachel stepped bravely into it.
"Good luck, Rachel."
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Isolation Laboratory
Cyclops Intelligence, Hatemoor
February 11th, 2157
02.00 NPM
Thirty hours after Rachel had passed in the isolation room. She closed her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed mattress, which was the only facility in the room with very thin oxygen content. Ah, not only one but two, along with a hologram screen of 25 square meters embedded in one wall. The hologram screen became a communication medium between Rachel and Lars and Lore out there. Not only that, but Rachel also used it to monitor situations outside the laboratory, especially from various television stations that reported on the experimental stage this time.
For more than one day, Rachel felt her body was fine. In addition to the routine Lars checked through the system and sensors, Rachel also ensured periodically that nerve cells in the trunk of her brain that had been connected to genes and microchips worked as they should be according to plan.
Circuit maps or pathways for changing water molecules to oxygen in ICNG-257 appear clearly on the hologram screen in three-dimensional form. It's several times for Rachel to enlarged her appearance to be more clearly observed, and again she breathed a sigh of relief when the converting of water molecules into oxygen molecules, which were usually inhaled from the free air, was successful, marked by her lungs that had not experienced shortness of breath since yesterday.
The process of changing the molecular nutritional molecules of small energy into nutritional molecules of greater energy also does not encounter problems. Protein transfer codes and reactions acceleration work on target, directing the formation of essential nutrients in the stomach, liver, and intestine. The by-product of the reaction that is not useful and has the potential to poison the body is directed towards the kidneys, where other genetic codes for the process of cleaning and "recycling" compounds work. Compounds that have the potential to be poisoned are then prettied into carbon, oxygen, and hydrogen fragments that will be ready to be re-used as a further energy source.
Then the series of processes controlled in ICNG-257 build the energy generation cycle and nutrition in Rachel's body automatically.
"Ah, so boring." Rachel slammed herself back on the bed as soon as she finished checking the performance of ICNG-257 in her body. Boredom is tiring too, although at this time Rachel should not need to feel bored because the experiment has marked a great success if she judges someone who does not feel tight, thirsty, or hungry.
"Alright, Rachel ..." Rachel sighed, which now felt different: not as fresh and relieved as before. "There are still six days, and this is your time for a vacation..." she continued to suggest.
Oh God, how can a woman who likes to be traveling of being resistant to the isolation room even if it's only for one week? Nothing. She had even planned to go someplace after leaving the laboratory with her proud experiment portfolio.
Rachel then reviewed her smile as the shadow of someone's face who entered the list of people she must meet next week appeared in her mind: Niels Geyer.
It's true that Rachel did not listen to Lars's opinion too much about the man. Indeed, Rachel is always vigilant, she also never lets go of her control. But for this time, with that man alone, may he have a little fun?
It looks like the answer is yes because now, Niels's profile photo appears on the big hologram screen. He again contacted Rachel via video call.
But the first thing Rachel did was touch her bald head. "Gosh, my hair!" She almost cried, busy looking for the most possible head covering: a thick white bed cover.
Good grief.
"Ehm... okay, I'll stay beautiful even if I'm wrapped in a fabric like a hot dog sausage." She said confidently as he answered a call from Niels before the waiting time was up. When the call was received, Rachel still closed her eyes.
"Are you really... Rachel Richmann?"
Rachel opened her eyes slowly, then became confused when she found a girl's face instead of Niels, who appeared on the big hologram screen. "Who are you? Isn't it Niels who contacted me earlier? "
"Ah... sorry, I seemed to call the wrong number when borrowing his cellphone. But ... I was his younger sister. My name is Isabela, Isabela Geyer."